a poem for today

a poem for today, 5 April 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of fourteen sentences and its image]
Language and body do not get along.
I wish life could be Swedish magazines.
And yet I know that there can be no truly empowering conclusions until our beauty secrets are shared. 
Let us consider I have not spoken.
Your pink tongue was the best part.
It's a good gimmick for one party but I don't think it's a slogan for cultural revolution. 
See, this is what I'm talking about. 
We used to be exactly like them. 
I'm looking out my belly button window and swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns.
Soylent Green is made out of people.

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